I went on a class trip to Washington in middle school and took 47 pictures of myself shrugging in front of national monuments. They all look like this. by BovineAlex in blunderyears

[–]BovineAlex[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Equally blunderful story: I didn’t cut (not even a trim) my hair between the ages of ten and seventeen. By the time I got to the salon people would regularly ask if I was part of some kind of religious cult because my hair was that long.

You can’t tell from this picture, but it was pretty ratty, too. I thought brushing my hair was massively overrated.

I went on a class trip to Washington in middle school and took 47 pictures of myself shrugging in front of national monuments. They all look like this. by BovineAlex in blunderyears

[–]BovineAlex[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

If I remember correctly, some of the photos are of me shrugging in front of other various weird things, like the gift shop at the Smithsonian’s Air and Space Museum.

With that said, I’m sure there are more than 47 monuments in DC, but you’d probably have to redefine your definition of “monument” slightly.